Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Storytelling
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My quiet hideout's been overrun by an invasive species. Namely, kidlets on summer holiday. Grew attached to this weedy patch. I could stretch out in the dock and clover and pretend to be the lone survivor of some apocalypse-ish catastrophe. The air was o.k. to breathe, though. Just no people, or mosquitoes. Or fire ants.…
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It is the constant rubbing and touching and jostling each day that exacts such a toll on Miriam's stamina. She does everything she is told to do. Miriam gets up early. Eats red food and fruit. Tumbles out of her well-padded nest and jumps into the swift moving stream with all the other striped…
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It's not entirely accurate to say the rift came about due to a design flaw in anyone's life plan. Franny, and her twin, Frank, were intelligent, artistic, and interested in following a spiritual path. They placed a high value on life-long learning and self-improvement. Their belief systems, however, were quite different and, both being competitive,…
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While Gloria's dogs were cooling off in the grass, and the marinated 3-bean salad she packed for lunch had been reduced to three beans staring back at her from an oil slick, she wondered what would happen if she were to laugh at every question directed at her for the rest of the day. Would…
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One day, Gloria decided she couldn't abide the sound of another human's voice. Even more egregious to Gloria's sensibilities was the contempt smeared across another human's face; which, if that human had not been told by Gloria to shut up, would probably have just looked bored. Gloria wanted nothing more than to slip peacefully off…
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Phyllida kept a watchful eye on her charge. Not only was Reginald's boy a singular talent at the morning crossword, he spared her the horror of dandelions growing between her toes. Phyllida's star pupil made daily rounds with a spray bottle filled with dish soap and vinegar which burned the yellow tufted heads of the…
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Thick stacks of onionskin were stashed throughout the ranch-style home and detached garage. The lines of 12 point type that bounced back and forth between the margins were 100-word sentences of varying degrees of grammatical correctness. Lorelei thought the accuracy was damn good for writing under the influence. Under the influence of a celestial spirit…
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family antics poolside new toenail varnish clubbing all night brought the bag full of beer KitKat red bull niece wants pennies pitched into the pool DIVE DIVE DIVE maintenance men weld the gate shut in and out they come stretched out in a new suit bottom damp hair messy always looks good shade of live…
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Temples aren't impressed with my insistence they look nicer in a rich truffle brown. No amount of color can penetrate the tenacious grays that scream: Here comes a woman of a certain age. Mature! Seasoned! Older! All well and good. Tell it to my failing sight and arthritic knees. The bunions are lovely, too. Scowly,…
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Highly intelligent, but with an attention span the size of a gnat, Gary was an outside looking in kind of guy. It had always been tough for Gary to explain why complex concepts were easy to understand, and simple tasks, like buttoning a shirt, made his head implode. At the age of six, Gary could…
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